I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Why do American Christians impose political beliefs on God?
Media and mass hysteria lead us into madness of celebrity worship
Once you taste what is possible, you can’t accept being ‘normal’
‘Just do exactly what we say to do; it’s for your own good, you know’
‘You cannot love in moderation’; lukewarm love’s worse than none
How much of what we do is driven by our unconscious social scripts?
Can a free society tolerate intrusions into details of ‘The Lives of Others’?